CHEER WITH ME!!!!

GUESS WHO MADE SPONGEBOB EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH AT THE BODIES EXHIBIT?!?!?

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(bonus cheque doesn't hurt either)

Workday 8 of 8. I'm out.

*Icka zombie staggers around the kitchen, cookie half in mouth*
*Icka stares blankly at nothing for a while*
*someone farts*
Icka!: ".... hee hee hee hee"
Micah: "You're twelve."
*Icka giggles*
*Micah giggles*
Micah: "I'm twelve!"

So, Bodies is over, new job is on. Titanic starts in 2 weeks.

New job is taking telephone orders. Thought it was local, then I took 3 phone calls from Germany. And one in Afghanistan. Yeah. Worldwide.

Squee of the day was from a guy who lives on 'Inverness St'. Just like Sherlock's coat. Apparently, I was the first one to ever get that. Muwahahaha.

The thing I'm having trouble wrapping my head around is that the fact the boss really doesn't care what we do as long as the phones are answered when they ring. It's so far out of my mindset that I'm still boggling.

Literally. Anything. I had nothing to do yesterday, so folded lots of itty bitty origami cranes out of pieces colourful used scrap paper. And then strung them on some broken white-out film into a chain that's now hanging as decoration.

Boss walked over and looked at it. "I can't believe I paid you to do that."
Me: "Yeah. Neither can I."